Our Pizza Man





When your pizza man
Looks like a saint
And in dream
Reality aint

But in dreams
The face denies
All the lies
You become faint

If mozzarel
Is too squishy
And your gullet
Lacks washy wishy

But you can speak
With a maestro
Who for all you know
Controls your gullet

Accept the taste
Consume what is possible
Avoid any waste
Eat the impossible

For the highest priests
Must feed their flocks
With the blood of beasts
And hard knocks

  

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s